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and we have two young children, Mikey and Lizzie.”
    “That’s lovely. I’m an artist, you know. I’d love to paint a family portrait for you, if you’d allow me to?”
    Oh no! I’d seen Dolly’s paintings. They were rubbish.
    “We’d love that,” Kathy said, enthusiastically. “That’s so very generous of you.”
    “My pleasure. Jill will give you my phone number. Give me a call to set up a date. Anyway, I must be getting back home. Bye, dears.”
    She began to walk away, but then suddenly stopped and turned back. “By the way, Jill—next time you’re walking your dog, do call in and see Babs. She misses him so much.”
    When she’d gone, Kathy looked at me. “Dog? What dog?”
    “I think she must have mixed me up with someone else.”
    Whoops!

Chapter 6
    I hate the smell of paint.
    I could smell it as soon as I walked into my office building. There were two workmen wearing white overalls: one at the top of a ladder, the other standing on the stairs. Zac Whiteside, my landlord, was just on his way out of the building.
    “Hi Jill, how’s it going?”
    “Hi, Zac. I see you’re sprucing the place up.”
    “Yeah. Your friend and mine, Gordon Armitage, has been on my back for some time now to decorate the common areas. Between you and me, I’m beginning to regret ever leasing the offices to him. He’s more trouble than he’s worth. He rings me up almost every week with some complaint or other. You, and your father before you, have had that office forever, and I don’t think you’ve ever complained about anything.”
    “They’re painting it orange?”
    “That was Gordon’s idea. Apparently orange is the corporate colour of Armitage, Armitage, Armitage and Poole. Although these are common areas, his company does occupy most of the building, so I agreed that we’d paint it in their colour. Anyway, I’ve got to go. See you around, Jill.”
    Paint was dripping from the brush held by the man on the ladder, onto the head of the smaller guy below him.
    “Hey! Do you mind?” The smaller guy looked up; it was Blaze. Only then did I realise the person on the ladder was Daze.
    “Sorry, Blaze,” Daze said, but she didn’t look very sorry.
    “Hiya, Daze,” I called.
    “Hi, Jill. I thought this was where your office was.”
    “I take it this is your latest job—painting and decorating?”
    “Yeah, I’m quite enjoying it. Although I’m not over fond of the orange.”
    “Me neither.”
    She came down the ladder, and joined Blaze and me on the stairs.
    “What are you really doing here?” I said. “Are you on a case?”
    “Yeah, we’ve had reports that a goblin has infiltrated the law firm that shares the building with you.”
    “What’s he been up to?”
    “Changing people’s Wills.”
    “That’s pretty despicable.”
    “Typical goblin,” she said. “They’re masters at it. They ingratiate themselves with people—usually the elderly, who are vulnerable, and then persuade them to change their Wills in favour of themselves. Anyway, we’ve marked this guy’s card. We should have him out within a day or two.”
    “That’s good, how’s it going with Haze?”
    “Okay, thanks. He’s asked me to move in with him, but I haven’t decided if I will or not yet. I need time to think about it; I don’t want to rush into anything.”
    “What about you, Blaze, how’s it going with Maze?”
    “Okay, thanks. The only problem is she wants me to meet her parents, and between you and me, I’m a bit nervous about that.”
    “You’ll be fine. I’d better get upstairs, and see what’s waiting for me. See you both later.”
     
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    When I walked into my office there was a large rectangular box—the size of a coffin—propped on two wooden stands on castors. What was going on now? This had Winky written all over it.
    Then, he appeared, dressed in a dinner suit complete with bow tie.
    “What are you up to, Winky?”
    “What does it look like?”
    “It looks like you’re about to